Chapter 2001: Miss Xiaoyu who can’t help but laugh (children, I am resurrected)
"Well, I don't care about so many things."
Everyone was taking a rest when suddenly a familiar voice came out.
What suddenly appeared was the "Kodama" from Tamamo-mae who was not sure whether he was there.
"Ah, Miss Xiaoyu."
Xiaoyu opened the door, with a hint of helplessness on her face.
"I'm talking about you guys. Although I did say that you can come over at any time, you actually ran into my room so simply."
The inn "opened" by Fujimaru Ritsuka and others has been Xiaodama's "hiding place".
Because they were a little panicked, several people ran to Xiaoyu with Fuma Kotaro in their arms, and borrowed a quilt to temporarily place Fuma Kotaro.
Facing Xiaoyu's innocent and slightly sad eyes, Zuo Cun's choice is...
Zuo Cun closed his eyes.
Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched her head in embarrassment.
"This child wasn't kidnapped by you, was it?"
Xiaoyu glanced back and forth at several people with suspicious eyes.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's movement of scratching his head suddenly stopped.
When I think about it carefully, my behavior just now seems to be a bit wrong...
In addition, Mr. Fuma Kotaro does look too young...
"No, no, no, no, we have known each other a long time ago. What we want to say specifically is..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka could not find an adjective that could describe the relationship between her and Fuma Kotaro that suited the current era.
"It's a retainer, a retainer, not only the boy lying on the ground, but also me and the one over there."
Musashi chuckled and pointed at Zuomura, who was sitting next to him with his eyes closed and concentrating.
Zuocun said he had no objection.
"Hmm? Is it possible that he is really a big shot?"
Xiaoyu's eyes lit up again.
"But it did help a lot. Apart from that weird foreigner, the only people we know by name and are a little familiar with in the castle town, or in the entire rustic city, are that strange princess and you, Miss Xiaoyu... But
In fact, we didn’t expect that we would be able to find a place to live easily just by giving our names.”
Musashi tilted his head and looked at Xiaoyu strangely.
"This should still be considered a loan, right?"
Zuocun opened his eyes.
"I've obviously been here for half a year, but I haven't bought or rented a house yet, but just rented it... Miss Xiaodama, you didn't move here from Edo, right?"
Musashi's eyes became sharp.
This woman named Xiaoyu, who looks a bit like a fox, lied.
"My dear Musashi."
Fujimaru Ritsuka gently tugged on Musashi's sleeve.
"Well, how can I say this? I'm not lying. I did come from Edo." Xiaoyu sat across from Musashi, straightened her clothes and hair, and shrugged, "
I originally planned to have a great time traveling around the mountains and rivers, but when I got to the rustic city, I somehow wanted to live here - No, don't change the subject."
Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes and moved closer to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"You three, plus the red-haired boy lying here, and his two children, are you really planning to stay here?"
"Well...that's it, thank you for taking care of me!"
After thinking for a moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded seriously.
Zuo Cun turned his head away.
"Thank you for your consideration!" Musashi also fanned the flames.
"Thank you, beautiful big sister!" The two children were innocent. Xion really wanted to thank Xiaoyu.
This time, it made Xiaoyu blush a little.
"You compliment me on my beauty and so on. You are really an honest and good boy. Come on, sister, there is candy here...isn't that right!?"
This fox girl finally reacted belatedly.
"You guys - are you really shamelessly planning to be diners at my place!?... Although the house I'm renting is indeed quite big..."
"Just kidding, we will leave tomorrow after Mr. Kotaro recovers." Fujimaru Ritsuka regained his serious expression and revealed his next plan.
"Okay, after all, one of you is indeed sick. Fortunately, I'm not short of money now..."
Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, curled her lips, took out her money bag and weighed it.
"Okay, I want to add more meals for five people. Let's think of it as a kind of good deed."
...
"Purgatorio disappeared, Limbo."
The sorcerer's calm voice echoed in the hall.
The five heroic knights and swordsmen were silent, except for—Caster Limbo, who was mentioned by the magician.
"Sorry, Master."
There was no urgency in Limbo's voice, but a calmness that was exactly the same as that of a magician.
"I think this is due to the incompleteness of the ceremony - I'm really, really, really sorry."
"but......"
Limbo raised his head and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, taking on a crazy angle.
"Purgatorio is the last of the seven living sacrifices. Even though Purgatorio has died at this moment, he has fulfilled his responsibility as a sacrifice."
"What are you talking about, Catser."
The speaker is Saber Empireo.
Completely different from the calm voices of the sorcerer and Caster Limbo, Saber's voice contained a suppressed sullenness like a volcano about to erupt.
"That Jumonji Gun hasn't even killed a hundred people - at this level, how dare you say that he has fulfilled his responsibility as a sacrifice?"
The atmosphere in the hall became tense in an instant. Saber's hand was already on the handle of her knife, as if she was going to cut off Caster Limbo's head in the next second.
"Quiet, Empireo."
The sorcerer spoke to stop the somewhat furious Saber.
"Purgatorio did die a little early, but that guy has perfectly become the cornerstone of the disgusting earth, so there is no need to be impatient."
"You must know that this is no different from the Holy Grail War that Limbo talks about."
"You must die with hatred."
"It must be sown with tears of blood."
"Just let the soul of such a heroic swordsman reside in the filthy soil of my disgust as the Holy Grail."
"Yes, my master."
Caster Limbo smiled ferociously and twisted his body.
"However, as Lord Empireo said - the more living sacrifices, the better, my master."
"The more living sacrifices are accumulated and the more souls are sacrificed, the more complete and powerful the manifestation of the disgusted earth will be."
"Ah, such a wonderful scene..."
His voice is sick, and even among the remaining six-horse heroic swordsmen, he is the most unpopular one.
But the master, the magician, didn't say anything. He just smiled and watched quietly.
"Kill."
"——The more you kill, the better."
"At that time, not only the living sacrifices, but also the resentment and sorrow will accumulate more and more."